At this moment, Shen Qingling's crisp voice sounded like an oriole.

The bald man stretched out three fingers:

"3 million, not a cent!"

Shen Qingling looked at the bald man's fingers with some filth, and suddenly reached out to her.

I couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The bald man was very embarrassed when he saw it.

He put his hand behind him and snorted coldly as if he was not caring:

"This sister, do you want to help him pay it back? Not to pay it back! I will come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow! Can you still stay at his house every day?"

"Give me the account."

"What?"

The bald man didn't hear it clearly, and asked again with his eyes narrowed.

"I told me your payment account."

Shen Qingling's cold voice was full of displeasure, as if the bald man would be out if he had another word of a word!
Chapter completed!